Angels, Stars 'n Dreams

Forewarning: 1. No info to be given to kettiyon. 2. Its a short piece but the transaltions may add to the length. ;) And do forgive the gramattical errors in the traslations. Attempts were to retain the spirit. 3. Wicked mallu housewife humour. With malayalam jargons. Mode: One of those days.... I feel totally over the roof, bugged with all the house work, no chaddi pals to bitch too. This is agrevated by the exam fever. A sudden thought 'my pre marriage theories, all the Blah! Blah blah! Blah blah! Holds no good any more. Everything has fallen apart.' Oh! That can be depressing. But since brain and heart is overwhelmed, it rejects any understanding. It scans... beep, beep, beep.....for potential victims to bitch too. Who would agree to all that I say? After which I could be feather light. Somebody who will just let it pass, ignore it and act like it never happened. Scanning, scanning.. beep beep BEEP! Bulb lights up : Ammachi To myself: Telephone evide? ...

Oh child! How, I would give anything... To know that it all worked out fine, To know that you are safe; To have what you had... Strength and grace to accept whatever life has to offer; A raw acceptance of life’s realities; Giving life your best; and, waving happily as you passed by this world; with a smile on your face. God bless you my little Kutty boy! May He rest your soul in peace. I think of you often and it’s with joy that I do. I see you waving my sweet angel; With you, I send... my love to all the angels up there; I miss you Kutty! Your Di. *PS - this post is a continuation from my ealier post 'Kutty boy and his 'amma'

The first time I met little ‘kutty’ was on one of my first weeks at work. I was still getting used to being away from home, staying by myself and most of all dealing with the issue I was working on. The days of my realization, that there was always atleast two sides to any story, was only beginning. It was at one of the clinics run by my organization, on a very ill famous street, that I met Kutty and his amma for the first time. His eyes stood out from his face, ofcourse they would, for his body was so thin and he was all bones, almost like he was out from a Somalian picture. Only difference being, it wasn’t hunger that brought him to this state but 'hiv'. My heart had almost stoped beating and what went through my mind the first few seconds, was absolute shock and numbness at the situation. Kutty was only 10 years old, but with the maturity of a boy of 20. I remember, the first time he held my hand and we walked down the street to find a taxi, that’s something I could never ...

A very thoughtful surprise on Monday morn... Tagged by one of the bloggers I treasure K ochuthresiamma. Feelings : Intoxicated ‘n excited, cause now I know what the Oscar winners feel when their names are announced...he he he ;-). Humbled, cause I have only begun blogging. Appreciated ‘n a vi bit motivated to say the least. Now for the catch that comes with the award. A fore warning!! “This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.”“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment i...

.....for all the infinite possibilities that the stars hold,   twinkling away. .....for all the memories of childhood, the mystical feeling. .....for wanting to swing on a star, ‘n walk on the cloud. .....for all the stories told by amma to get me through a meal, .....for all the dreams we share under the light of the moon ‘n stars. laying down on a clear night sky and wondering.. if they do talk to each other, if only i could decipher. .....for all the times i have found my answers, just looking at them,   enjoying each one of their twinkle. .....for those endless wishes upon the stars. .....for   each star..   an angel, ..... for all the times I miss those special people who went somewhere special, .....for i know they will always be angels. i pray, we shine forever, bear light to those we cherish, be the glow in the darkness.   ‘n shimmer ‘n twinkle. So here’s to all the stars who i spoke to, ‘n all the angels up there,   i take ...

A wife, a home maker, a daughter in law, a sister in law, for as long as I can remember have been a daughter, a sister, a friend, a spiritual being and for all  who don’t know, I have also been a person who has reached and held a thousand hands, who has managed to reach them through all the darkness, who held them so tightly that it always hurt me. All those unknown hands who have been purged by the fire of life and whose lives still reach out to a thousand others, who taught me that each one of us are angels of light ‘n life to somebody. Who taught me that there are those could give ‘n give ‘n continue giving, without anything in return. So here’s to them, all the unknown, faceless real life angels and my GOD whose amazing protection I have even through the most unimaginable times.

From trying to pick over a thousand thoughts on what my most ideal first post should be, and instead picking from one of them, I'm going to let this poem " Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dadelions" do the talking. The authour is unknown, yet I somehow feel I have know her, met her many a times. It was send to me by one of my angel friend some years ago and it says most of what I wish for all of you. More than anything this poem is the ideal introduction to my blog.... to life 'n living though my eyes.  Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!! Authour Unknown When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on. When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back. When I hear Music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don...